Fergus sings the blues
In bars of twelve or less
I'm a stranger
To the land
To this wilderness
Things are possible
But happen less and less
Is my country
Are my reasons
'Cause I look
In the mirror
And it throws
Back the question
And I whisper in words
That beg
An answer
Tell me
This white man sing the blues?
Sick James
My biggest
Influence
Me why
James and Bobby purify?
In music
Soul music
Is my country
Are my reasons
'Cause I look
In the mirror
And it throws
Back the question
And I whisper in words
That beg
An answer
Yes, I look
In the mirror
And it throws
Back the question
And I whisper in words
That beg
An answer
Tell me
This white man sing the blues?
From the north coast
To the uplands
Stay on the left side of the white lines
The campsites
Over Christmas
I still dream of Memphis
'Cause I look
In the mirror
And it throws
Back the question
And I whisper in words
That beg
An answer
I got the blue, blue world
And I see
The blue, blue sky
I got the blue, blue ocean
My blue eye
Tell me
This white man sing the blues?

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